wore it. My spine tingled. I hadnât expected to find him so soon.
âMy brother Patrick?â I repeated. âHe replied to your job advert.â
She might have knitted her brow, although the pattern of deep furrows made it difficult to tell. âI donât know what you mean,â she replied stiffly. âWe never advertise.â
Liar, I thought. âBut youâve taken on new staff?â
âWe have had no new workers here. You should go. Leave by the path that brought you here â the grounds are not safe for strangers.â
I stared at her mutinously, furious at being dismissed like this. I made a decision to ignore her. I began to head towards the house, but her voice stopped me in my tracks.
âHow did you get in without an invitation?â
What did she mean by an invitation?
âThe gate was ⦠sort of open,â I lied, and then lied some more. âI ⦠erm ⦠knocked at the gatehouse, but no one answered.â
âYou shouldnât have come, it must be a mistake ââ
She suddenly froze and put one hand across her heart, her breathing alarmingly shallow. I wondered what could have affected her so badly. She moved closer, and I had tostop myself from flinching. One of her bony hands touched me, but it was in a strange patting gesture, as if she was checking I was actually flesh and blood. She muttered something to herself, which I strained to hear. âIf the house has chosen you to stay, then itâs out of my hands. But why now, after all this time?â
My stomach curdled and I wondered if Patrick had had the same reception. What had he got himself into this time? This place was so remote that anything could be going on. I decided to tackle her again, making sure my voice sounded confident.
âI know my brother came here. This is his Saint Christopher medal. He told his neighbours heâd recently started a job and Iâm sure he answered your advert in the local paper.â
âIs that all?â she asked.
I couldnât help myself. I put my hands on my hips, half wishing Harry was here to restrain me. âNo, it isnât all. He left me ⦠messages, some in Latin, but everything led me here. Thereâs no mistake. This is where Patrick meant me to come.â
Her withered fingers interlaced. âThen I believe you. The answers youâre seeking must lie here.â
âThe answers youâre seeking must lie here.â Why did she speak in riddles?
I narrowed my eyes. âSo where is my brother?â
âOnly you can find him,â she answered, âif you truly wish it.â
âOf course I want to find him, but where is he?â
âWe can take you on for a trial period of fourteen days.â
I looked at her in horror. âYou expect me to work here?â
âFor fourteen days,â she repeated, âand then youâll have your answers.â
I made a noise of disbelief. âYou really think Iâd agree to something like that? Give me one good reason why I should?â
âI recognize the hunger in your eyes,â she answered. âYou canât let this opportunity go. Youâll do exactly what I ask of you â we both know it.â
This was so bizarre that I was rendered speechless, my mind racing with wild thoughts. I could phone Mum and tell her to call the police but it would be my word against that of a nun, albeit a seriously creepy nun. I opened my mouth to protest again but closed it, realizing Iâd been backed into a corner. What other options did I have? If I refused, Iâd have no other way to follow Patrick. She was right; I was hungry to find him and I couldnât let this go. But she wouldnât get the better of me. Iâd agree to work here, but only to get my foot in the door so I could search for Patrick. I wasnât going to actually graft in some dusty old heap, and definitely not for fourteen days.
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